…catching glimpses till I see Him face to face…

Crimson

Disclaimer: I didn’t write this (if you read this and know who did please tell me so I can credit him/her appropriately). I’d copied into one of my journals several years ago, then happened to find and read the journal while sorting through a box of stuff from my parents’ basement. It’s funny to see how much I’ve changed in these past few years, but still some things – the important things – remain the same. Truth is still truth, and when I find it – in a word, in a song – something stirs in my heart. “Then sings my soul….”

One choiceOne treeOne fall for humanityOne lieOne liarOne bite is all death requiredOne great regretOne squandered chance, and yetOne hopeOne dayOne name above all other namesOne bridge between then and nowOne way to discover howOne priceOne treeOne drop of crimson covers me